Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

LESSON PART 2 (Oikawa Tooru)

Requested on Wattpad and Quotev.

Title: Lesson

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, teacher-student "relationship" (one-sided)

Summary: Oikawa isn't your model student, to put it lightly. But extra lessons may prove to be your worst mistake yet.

lesson

/noun/

a period of learning or teaching.

Your only way out was locked electronically and your captor stood opposite you. This was potentially the worst possible situation you'd ever found yourself in.

A shiver of unease runs down your spine and Oikawa's smirk grows wider, reminding you a little of the Cheshire cat. You wondered if the smile hurt the corners of his mouth with how wide it had become.

Still, you tried to remain calm.

"Oikawa, what's going on? Why is the door locked?"

The man chuckled, the laugh almost saccharine, "Relax Teach', I just thought it'd be better if we had some privacy for our tutoring session."

You looked at the windows and your heart sunk when you saw that the shutters were down and locked. The door didn't seem to have any way to unlock it manually. It was if everything was ready for your visit- ready to trap you here forever.

"What do you want?" Your voice came out softer than you'd meant, so you tried to get the authority back in your tone, "Oikawa, you need to unlock the door."

Oikawa ignored the last part of your plea and instead answered, "I want to learn Spanish, of course! Remember, that's why you're here, silly!"

His tone was joking, but Oikawa's gaze was anything but. More predatory than playful.

"I can still help you, but we need to go somewhere else." You tried to keep your tone steady and stern, "The library or the school or anywhere else. I don't feel comfortable staying here."

Oikawa considered your words for a moment, before shrugging carelessly, "Well, you said we'd study here, so that's what we're doing."

You cursed your poor decisions- what had possessed you to come here? This was all your fault, wasn't it?

No. It wasn't your fault, you reminded yourself. You didn't ask for this. This was Oikawa's fault.

"Let me go," You demanded, your tone as sharp as you could make it.

"No." Oikawa shot back, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Why?" You tried to keep yourself from breaking and showing him just how frightened you were. You couldn't let this man see how much he affected you.

His smile faded for a moment, a thoughtful expression clouding his visage. It was almost as if he wasn't sure himself or, perhaps, wasn't sure how to express what he was feeling. You waited impatiently for him to answer you as he took a few moments to think.

"I want to learn more than Spanish from you," he said slowly, softly, "I want to learn everything about you. I want to learn how you work, how you think. I want to learn how to get any emotion from you I'd like."

You shivered, not sure how to feel about this new information. The implication of his words finally sank in. You were alone with someone who seemed obsessed with you somehow. You couldn't imagine why, but he was completely enamored with you. You could see it in his eyes.

Your heartbeat picked up, your throat going dry as your logic gave way to panic.

You took a step back, fear choking you as your eyes began to dart around the room.

No knives in sight- where's the kitchen? Anything sharp? No, nothing... Anything I can use to bash his skull in? That vase maybe? Should I attack him or try to bust open the door? Will he grab me first? What do I do?

You were hyperventilating, vision blurring as you began to lose your grip on reality. You took a shaky step backward, desperately trying to keep your swaying body from losing its balance or passing out on the hardwood floor.

The brunette closed the distance in an instant, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. You tried to scream, but his hand pushed your mouth against his chest, muffling the desperate noise.

"It's okay, we don't have to learn anything right now," Oikawa cooed softly, "Even teachers need breaks sometimes."

Panic coursed through your veins. Oikawa was so close that you could feel every inch of his warm skin. You were trapped, helpless. Your mind raced, trying desperately to find a way out.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Oikawa said softly, "I just want to get to know you better. That's all."

You want to believe him, but the fear is overwhelming. Oikawa may be charming, but your instincts know better right now.

Oikawa's hand came up to stroke your hair. On pure instinct, your head swiveled around and bit deep into the side of his hand. He let out a yelp of pain, his hand shooting back as he released you. You seized the opportunity and scurried away from him.

You threw yourself at the door, trying desperately to unlock it somehow. There truly was no way to unlock it manually, as you'd unfortunately thought beforehand.

Oikawa recovered quickly, grasping his bleeding hand in the other. He grimaced at you, trying to slap that obnoxious smirk on his face but in too much pain to successfully do so.

He began to approach you, his aura suddenly threatening, the air starting to suffocate you.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Teach'," he said darkly, "And here I thought we could have a pleasant evening together."

He leaned down to your trembling form and grinned.

"Maybe it's you that needs a lesson."